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dear jeff,you wont embarace me,i really am quite tough my only problem is you see,enoughs not quite enough. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Well Joy love, since you like poetry, here is a little cheeky one for Christmas. GIFTS. Twas Christmas Day in the harem And the eunuchs were standing there, Bathing the lovely maidens And combing their silky hair, When in came the harem's bouncer And to the group he calls 'What would you like for Christmas lads'? And the eunychs shouted b.b.b.b blimey he's going to get us a present. ROTFPMSL Jeff xx

My dear Joy I love to write In rhyme, I often do, And I will do my best to write A special verse for you. Yes, I'll settle for a Manns brown ale To get me in the mood, But do not let me drink too much Or I might get quite rude. PMSL Jeff xxx (((((hugs)))))

my lovely jeff,here have this glass i,ll fill it to the top keep them poems coming in, and promise they wont stop. i,ll toast to you at xmas i,ll toast to you new year im sending lots of huggles and a pint of manns brown beer xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhehe

Hi Joy, Thought you'd got lost so I've just knocked up a little rhyme for you. I though I'd use a little nudge To see if I could make you budge, Iv'e been sat waiting quite some time For your reply to my short rhyme; So come on Joy heed my advice Get in some champers, it's so nice, And when the time, it comes to pass Make sure you fill me one large glass. Lol & hugs Jeff xxxxxxx

lol anne dont ya just luv him,pmsl.im sparkling already.xxxxxxx

To Joy and the Swiss Maid, Here's a little tip for you To bring the sparkle back again, Nip down to the off licence And get some nice champagne; Just knock it back when you open it Don't let it all go flat Then you'll have a sparkling Christmas I can guarantee you that. Lol Jeff xx

That's right! I love Christmas, but it doesn't seem the same these days. Don't know if it's because we're getting older or what .... Hope the sparkle comes back once we have grandchildren.

i remember that hun,thats just took me back 40 yrs,lol.xxxxxxx

We used to sing a little rhyme once we'd finished singing carols at people's doors: Knock, knock the knocker Ring, ring the bell Have you got a copper for singing very well If you haven't got a copper a halfpenny will do If you haven't got a halfpenny God bless you! Margaret

lol,well i could,nt call you mr darcy could i.pmsl im off to find the thread. hugs xxxxxxxxxxme

Hi Joy, So you liked that did you, so much that you are undone. Not quite sure what you mean but just in case I think that you had better button up as it is very cold tonight PMSL. If you like poems, you will find one that I wrote on Poets Pot which was posted on 23/11/2006. It is a Christmas Hymn, so have a look at it if you can find it, I'm sure you'll like it. Jeff xxxxxxxxxx

pmsl,that is just the best,lol.i dont know if you,d call me chic.lolbut the fish and chips get me everytime ,.........MR JEFFY I AM UNDONE,............[faints again] CAN I HAVE ANOTHER PULEEEEEEEEESE. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Oh Joy, When will you stop begging, still I can't refuse you if you like them so much. I just hope that you have a good sense of humour. Here goes - TO JOY. The other day when I met Joy, She looked so chic, so smart, And the way she turned and smiled at me She stole my aching heart; I gently took her in my arms And kissed her ruby lips, Then I gave her a wondrous thrill -- I bought her Fish and Chips. PMSL. Well I do have a wicked sense of humour as no doubt you have now discovered. (((Hugs))) Jeff xx

jeff im in floods.omg.i loved HRH princess diana.you could,nt have picked a nicer one for me.and the words................joy faints.................can i have another please.lol.thanks so much.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Aw Jeff. That's lovely xx

Hi Joy, how many poems do you want? You'll have me getting writers cramp I'm glad that you liked the last one. Here is one which I wrote in memory of Diana, Princess of Wales. In this poem I tried to depict the emotions that you can see by looking into some one's eyes as well as some of the visions that we saw of the Princess on television. I hope you like it love. Lots of (((((((hugs)))))) Jeff x YOUR EYES. A lovely golden sandy beach, A sun in cloudless skies, A deep blue sea so calm, so bright, We saw them in your eyes. A meadow filled with lush green grass, Some birds, some butterflies, A huge oak tree stood gracefully, We saw them in your eyes. A life so full of warmth and care, Those thoughts a hug implies, Such love, compassion, tenderness, We saw them in your eyes. A look of pain and suffering, Too mournful to disguise, Those tears of loss, so heartbreaking, We saw them in your eyes. Alas, you had to leave us, We said our last goodbyes, Now we have nought but just our thoughts, Fond memories of your eyes. In grief we all remember The loss of one so wise, Deep sorrow overwhelms us Now that you've closed your eyes. Dear Princess may God bless you And grant you his Heavenly prize And may he gaze eternally With love into your eyes.

oh jeff ,thats the best one ive seen in ages.i love it.can i have another one.puleeeeeeeese.huggles,xxxxxxxxxxxxme

Hello Joy, Here is a little poem for you as promised, It is not a xmas one but I hope that you like it. I've adapted it from my Lancashire writings so that it will be easy to read. Jeff xx FROM THE PULPIT. In the parish church one Sunday morning When th' first part o' th' service had ended, The vicar climbed into the pulpit To preach to all those who'd attended. First, he read out a passage from th' bible Then on that he gave us his views, Then after he opened his diary And began to read out th' parish news. Then he read the banns of a marriage And then offered up a short prayer Asking God to bless those that were going to wed And the life they were going to share. Next, he gave us some dates of events to take place And then on his flock he did call Asking them to support all these ventures And make a success of them all. Then the poor chap told us that he'd some bad news And his voice almost broke with dejection, As he said, 'Mr Greenhill, our verger, Has taken off with all last week's collection. It's true, and I've called in the bobbies To trace this unfortunate man And in order to clear up this problem They've said they'll do all that they can. Well it seems that that's it for the moment, There's no more on the matter to say, So let us all stand and sing hymn number seven, There is a green hill far away'.

Hi Joy, I'll try and find something for you but I hope that you can wait til tomorrow as I am getting rather tired, been on here too long, just had a break then found your last posting. So I'll look for something in the morning, Have a good night hun Lots of hugs jeff xx